Rostov went to Telyanin's quarters.
"The master is not in, he's gone to headquarters," said Telyanin's orderly.
Rostov rode up to it and saw Telyanin's horse at the porch.
"Come here," said Rostov, catching hold of Telyanin's arm and almost dragging him to the window.
"That money is Denisov's; you took it..." he whispered just above Telyanin's ear.
Every muscle of Telyanin's pale, terrified face began to quiver, his eyes still shifted from side to side but with a downward look not rising to Rostov's face, and his sobs were audible.
Rostov took the money, avoiding Telyanin's eyes, and went out of the room without a word.